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I walk my way to the business class Father signed me up for. He chose the classes Hazel and I take, not us. I ignore the fact he signed me up for Drawing and painting, a class I would enjoy if I had actually gone yesterday. It's true, Father does own a funeral home, but it's not like I want to take it over. If I have to blend in with the mortal society, I want to do my own thing. I hate business.

Hazel, Lou, and Rodrick walk a few paces behind me. The nurse gave us all passes to our next class. I keep my hood up and face down. Hands in my pockets. They all tried to tell me it will be okay. No one will say anything about it. No one noticed anything.

But I know they are lying. And I dread next class even more than usual.

Rodrick leaves us at the second floor to go to his Biology class. Lou left us on the third floor to go to her academic. Hazel and I walk up the stairs to the forth floor.

"Nico."

I stop walking. We are still in the stairwell, but standing on the forth floor. I do not turn around as I stand in the doorway to the hall.

"Nico..."

Her voice cracks. I know she's trying to remain calm. I look at my shoes.

"I'm sorry... I never meant for any of this to happen... I didn't... I didn't realize how... how angry you are at me..."

She sounds on the verge of tears.

"I wont... I wont try to help you anymore. I'll wait to see if you want to talk first... I'll... I'll... I can..."

I wait.

"Nico... I'm sorry... I never thought this would happen... Please forgive me... I'm sorry..."

I nod then go into the hallway and head to my class. I don't look back.

"These are things you need to know if you ever plan on being successful."

I stare at my notes. I understand it all.

'Don't be a fuck up.' That's the key to owning a business. It seems I will never do well in any business career. Father has too much faith in me, if any at all.

The students have been focusing on me since the moment I walked in. I sit in the back of the classroom so I not only feel it, I see all.

They turn or glance back to stare. They pass notes. They whisper. They silently laugh. All at me. I hear some of the whispers. I know it was far worse than Hazel, Lou, or Rodrick tried to tell me it was.

"He just fainted and started twitching!"

"Was it a seizure?"

"No. Otherwise he wouldn't be in class. Why is he in this class anyways? He wont be able to go anywhere in this."

Thanks for vote of confidence. I already knew that.

"The nurse let him out fifteen minutes after."

"I wonder what happened."

"You think he was possessed?"

"What was he saying anyways. Was it just a bunch of mumbling or was he actually saying things."

"I wasn't there but I heard in the halls that he began to cry."

"NO WAY!"

"Yeah."

"I saw him pull on his hair. Like he was some animal."

I look up and I feel half the class shiver. Good.

"Psst. Hey."

I look to the chair to my right. Rachel sits there. I look back to my notes and try to focus on what the teacher is saying.

"Nico!"

I glare at her. Could she whisper any louder?

She tosses a note onto my desk. Mrs. Taylor turns to us and begins to explain some more. Rachel looks down at her notes as if she did nothing. I look at the folded up paper on my desk.

"Nico. Are you paying attention? Do you need to go to the nurse again?"

I glance up. She seems annoyed. I shake my head and look back at my notes.

"Then please pay attention. You will be tested on this."

I nod. She goes back to writing on the white board.

"Read it!"

I ignore Rachel's whisper shout and the folded paper on my desk and try to focus on was is being taught

My desk jolts an inch to the side. I turn and glare at Rachel, ready to murder.

But she is looking straight at the teacher, her hand on her desk, pointing to the folded paper.

I look back at the paper and take it. I unfold it in my lap.

Nico. Are you okay?

I was there in lunch. You fainted and began to twitch. You were

also mumbling things although no one could understand you.

What happened?

No one could understand me.

Of coarse to one could understand me, no one ever understands me.

Those thoughts clutter my mind as I fold the paper back up and flip it onto her desk.

I wait for Hazel at the edge of the woods. She walks up slowly with a nervous expression. I look up at her through my hair.

"Hey... Are you okay?"

Am I okay? I was poisoned with a spell that made me weak. I fainted in front of half the school and mumbled incoherently. People everywhere think I was possessed by the devil, who-may I add- is our father. I was stared at, mocked, laughed and pointed at through the halls and parking lot as I walked here. I am planning how to kill a stupid girl. The school thinks I am going to burn it down and I am half debating on it. Am I okay? What a dumb question.

I nod and walk into the woods. She follows me. I feel eyes on me from the parking lot but do not pay any attention, just make sure we walk a bit into the forest as to not be seen.

Hazel looks at me with concern in her eyes. I hold out my hand and she takes it. I take a step and shadow-travel us into our living room.

"I've been waiting for you."

Father sits in his living-room-throne chair. It's not his throne from hell, it is not anywhere near as extravagant as that. Its simply a very large, very fancy, old fashioned Gothic chair for someone of major authority. One of a kind.

Father sits comfortably and casually in his chair. His face is of annoyance, yet patience.

I let go of Hazel's hand and walk out of the room.

"Nico. If you leave now you will not have the help you need."

I ignore Father's soft echo that goes throughout the house like a whisper and march myself up the stairs. He doesn't truly care anyways.

I march up the second, and the third set of stairs. I reach the forth floor, march my way to the back hall, pull down the ceiling door and ladder, climb my way up. And slam the floor door shut.

Mocha stands behind me meowing.

"Go eat!"

She continues to meow. I walk over to her dish. It's empty.

I'm such an idiot.

I'll get her food later on. I don't feel like going into the mortal world, being stared at as I buy cat food from a store, and feeling their judgmental ignorant eyes. I don't want to deal with mortals right now.

I don't want to deal with anyone.

I sit down at my desk and get out my business homework. Filling out and answer questions on the type of business you would some day like to be a part of.

I don't want to be a part of a business. I never wanted to be apart of a business. I did not choose this class. My father did. I hate this.

I fill out the questions on how I want to take over my Father's business, make our funeral home larger and spread. I say how I would manage it.

Now the teachers will all look this over and think I'm a morbid child. They already do anyways.

Two days of school. I have been at this school for two days. That is it. I've gone through more than enough already. This torture will not be over. I've got four years of this to look forward to every day I wake up.

I Put the business sheet in my folder and stuff it back into my bookbag. I look at the five sketch books I have stacked under my desk. Which one do I want.

Each sketch book is a different type of paper. Some are strictly for pencil, some are strictly for paints. Others can use pencil, ink and coal. Each of them are also a different size. Each one a different texture.

I pick the pocket-sized pencil, Ink, and coal sketch book and open it on my desk. I open to the forth page in it, the next clean page. I havn't drawn much in this sketchbook.

I get my black char coal pencil and begin to make light crescent shaped lines.

I then add light streaks coming out from the crescent line, and then I round the crescent line and make a small oval.

Then a circle on the inside.

The lines become darker and more intense. I look at it from a few different angels. I add shape, shade, and texture.

It becomes more than just lines, it becomes a picture, it becomes life.

I spend about thirty minutes drawing my image. Finally, I'm done.

I lean back and stare at my drawing.

It's of an eye. The eye understands. It sees, knows, and feels. It hurts because it understands the hurt.

The eye has such a depth and such a deep yearning to comfort.

It is an eye I will never look into. For no eye like that will ever look at me.

I rip the page out of my sketch book, crumble it up, and toss it somewhere in my room. I hear the cat playing with it.

I hope she eats it. I hope I never have to feel a yearning to want to be looked at by an eye like that again.

The night is long. It is quieter than usual. It has a soft whisper about it.

I lay on my back in my bed. Mocha purrs on my thigh, and although there is a stinging burn from the pressure there, I don't push her away.

Instead I stroke her back.

There's nothing to see except darkness and I'm alone with my thoughts.

The air is thick and feels like a blanket although I wear nothing. It's all somber.

Most nights I fall asleep trying to escape-which never works-. Tonight I did it again, but I'm not going to sleep, I'm staying up.

Everything feels more intense.

You're thoughts take on a whole new level in the still of night than they do in the day. It's like they all line up at an AA meeting and expect and long speech about them in detail.

I wish I could not think. Thing's would be so much easier if I could simply be numb again.

I realized that I began to truly feel different emotions again. Since I woke up earlier today, I've felt felt shame, hurt, sadness. It was different from feeling ignored and angry.

Lou will die a painful death for doing this to me. I do not want to feel.

Feeling hurts.

Bianca crosses my mind.

I remember when we were little and her and I would play together.

I was only 4 then. Bianca was 7. Hazel was not living with us yet.

Bianca was my older sister. I would go to school and be shy. I tried to play with the other kids, but...I was always excluded. They thought I looked weird. When I would come home, Bianca would play with me. Bianca and I would play everyday. We would sit and watch movies.

Bianca and I had the same mother. She had some memories of our mother before we came to live with Father. I've never had any because we came when I was two. I have very vague memories of a women with dark brown -almost black- hair. Speaking to me in Italian words and then things go black.

Bianca told me that at the time Father told us that mother had gone on a vacation and we were going to stay with him. He sometimes spent time with us, watched us play with the toys he got, a few times he ate dinner with us. But most of my childhood memories of care-givers were servants of his. Different creatures. I don't remember him ever caring for us truly. Only some hugs. If he ever did, I've blocked it out.

When I was 6, Bianca was 9. She still played with me but we talked more. She told me how things were for her, and I told her how things were for me. She never said I was weird, different, messed up or a mistake. She never told me I was bad or needed to control myself either. She always helped me in everything. She was my big sister.

I was 9. She was 12.

Most people do not realize just how much a nine year-old knows. Most people think kids that age are young, innocent or obnoxious, don't realize the world or know much. They think that nine year-olds don't pick up on things.

They're wrong.

Nine year old children see, know, learn, and realize a lot more than anyone older thinks. They hurt and feel and that's when everything starts.

12 is when everything has begun, and you've realized it fully.

I remember Bianca coming home from school. She would walk in the door with facial expressions I have never erased from my mind. She became more closed off, more careful. I remember her flinching from anyone's touch. She became scared.

She never knew I saw this. The moment she saw me, Bianca always gave me the biggest smile. She helped me with my homework. She watched movies with me. She made me lunches for school. She sometimes made food for us at dinner. Sometimes she would take me to the mortal world and we would go to the parks. Or walk in the woods.

All along she had the greatest smile. Always smiling. Always big smiles.

Being young I knew she was happy to be with me, but I knew when I wasn't there Bianca was hurting. So I thought I was the only one who could make her happy, I was by her all the time. I even demanded to sleep in her bed some nights.

I only realized later that she was hiding and denying her emotions, for me. She was happy only for me. And I demanded her to force herself to be happy too much. All the time.

I denied her to feel hurt.

I never understood.

I was 11. She was 14.

Bianca seemed to get better and worse and then better and then worse. She never told me about her emotions, her school, her personal life. Bianca never told me about anything personal. She would always hear about me. And I could tell her anything and everything. And she always listened and never said a negative thing about it. Always accepting.

This was the year Hazel came into my life. She was our sister. Half-sister. She came because her mom had been killed. She never shared the details about it, I never felt the need to ask. Hazel was secretive about her life before us. She claimed she knew who her father was because Father had visited her once. But nothing more.

I loved her and spent time with her. Bianca spent time with her also. We were all together. But Bianca and I were always the closest.

I turned 12. Bianca was 15.

We were in the woods.

My abilities had become out of hand. She was supposed to train me. Bianca had similar abilities and was going to teach me to control them. Because I had killed a teacher, multiple plants, rotted away a desk, and more.

We stood in the woods. I said I was afraid of it. She said don't be.

I told her I can't control it. She said she had faith and believed in me that I could.

I told her it's not safe. She claimed It would be okay.

It was not okay.

The thoughts become too much and I lay on my side. My shoulder burns and I know I scratched a scab off on the blanket by mistake. I squeeze my eyes shut and ignore a liquid that once again slides from my eye, down my temple, and onto the mess of blanket and hair.

Mocha meows, annoyed her previous resting spot in unattainable.

I ignore her and convince myself there is nothing.

"Nico, read please."

I think of all the vicious things I could do that would give Mr. Chiron nightmares he can not even imagine. I am beginning to think the whole 'frail, weak, crippled man' thing is an act. He's horrible. And has a death wish just as Lou.

Where is Lou anyways?

"Nico? I asked you to read please?"

Hazel clears her throat next to me. Telling me to 'just read'.

I start at the top of chapter 4.

In the past three classes, we've gotten this far in the book.

I relish in the fact it is Friday and I do not have to come here tomorrow.

I read, and read, and read. I finishing the chapter. That is when Mr. Chiron finally tells me I can stop.

"Very nice Nico. We'll stop there for today."

Of coarse we will asshole. You realized the whole class was snickering, whispering, and passing notes. And we both know fat man, that it is connected to me.

"Today instead of writing a summary of what we've read, I want you to write about what we've read means to you. Does anything so far hold symbolism for you. Does anything stick out the most. Can you relate to anything we've read so far."

Oh... I can't relate to this at all. Just being the child of the God of Death himself. Being able to watch and kill people. Being able to tell when a person is going to die. Trying not to feel for people.

No. I don't think I can relate at all.

"Write about it. I want a whole page done by the end of class to be turned in."

I look down at my binder and open to the next clean page.

I stare.

What am I supposed to write?!

That I can relate to the story because I am like death?

Yeah... I don't think that would go over well.

I look around the room. Some are staring off into nothing while others write, focused on their paper. I hear Hazel writing next to me. I wonder what she is able to write.

I stare down at my paper again. It's still blank.

Obviously.

I keep my hands in my lap as I stare at the paper.

There is nothing. Absolutely nothing.

The bell rings and everyone begins to pack up. As they walk out the door they hand their papers to Mr. Chiron.

"Nico, come on. We've got earth science."

I look up at Hazel and nod, collect my stuff, and follow her. She hands her completed paper to Mr. Chiron and walks out. I follow after her.

"Nico. I did not receive a paper from you."

I freeze in the doorway. Hazel is already on her way down the busy hall.

"Please come to my desk Nico."

I walk over and keep my head down.

I'm so fucken stupid.

"May I have your paper Nico?"

I shake my head slowly.

"And why is that?"

I stare at my shoes. Today I'm wearing my black lace-up boots. They are steel toed.

"Nico."

I growl and set my bookbag down on the desk behind me. I take my binder out, and rip the empty paper out of it. I slam the blank sheet on his desk.

He says nothing. In fact, he picks the paper up and begins to look at it as if reading it. His eyes following the imaginary words.

Finally, he sets the paper down and looks up at me.

"Ah Nico. A very interesting paper. Would you like to know what I read?"

I shake my head.

"That's a shame."

I keep staring at my shoes. I wonder how many kicks it would take to paralyze his arms too.

I hear him sigh, "I suppose I'll have to keep the information I read to myself then. You may go."

I grab my bag and run out of the classroom, shoving my way into the crowd.

"What the hell is wrong with you!"

"Hey!"

"Asshole!"

I ignore their comments and squeeze through the people. I get to the stairs and quickly make my way down them. Shoving others aside.

"Yo Jackass!"

"What's your problem?!"

"Hey! You could hurt someone!"

I will hurt someone unless I can get distracted.

I walk into the Earth Science room to see Professor Bacchus sitting at his desk. Which is strange because he is always at least ten minutes late.

"Take a seat Nico."

I walk to the back where Bianca sits at our usual lab table.

"No no. Not there. How about over there."

He points to the lab table where Clarisse sits.

I keep my head down and sit in the chair next to hers. The few students in the class gasp or chuckle. I stare at my feet. I can feel Hazel's concerned and angry eyes on me but I don't acknowledge her.

More students arrive into the classroom. Professor Bacchus tells certain students where to sit also.

"What is HE doing there?"

I look at my lap once I hear Clarisse's whine.

I'm so embarrassed. I''m so stupid. I should just leave. I shouldn't be here. I will only get laughed at.

"HE is your new table partner Clarisse."

"WHAT!? No! I can't work with him Professor Bacchus. He doesn't do anything right and is always messing it all up."

"Although how true that may be Clarisse-"

It's more than true. It's fact.

"I will explain it all when class begins"

I do not hear the familiar sounds of the cap on his thermos popping as he takes a sip. I realize I have not heard it at all so far.

The bell rings. Everyone is in the classroom. Clarisse has not sat down yet.

"Professor Bacchus. I can't work with-"

"SIT!"

I feel half the class jolt in surprise. Clarisse scampers over and sits down.

"I will make this hell for you."

She whispers in my ear.

I live in hell dumb ass.

"Your quality of work is lacking. Fix it."

He demands this of us as if the fact we are not doing well is our fault, not his.

"The work you are presenting me with is pathetic. Improve. answer the questions, to the packets, do the experiment activities. And stop wasting my time."

There is a moment of silence as everyone thinks about the fact he doesn't even give us his time to waste.

It's completely unfair.

Number One Rule: Life's not fair. Get. Over. It.

"You'll notice some seats have been changed if you have any intelligence."

Doesn't take a God to notice a movement in regular placement Professor Drunk.

"This is so that you can torment each other so I don't have to. Ha, ha. Kidding... The seat change is because the 'hope' is that you will learn to work together with others. This was suggested to me by another teacher. I however, do not believe that any of you have any hope of working together."

Then why did you do this Genius.

"I placed you into different seats to watch how it goes for my own amusement though."

At my expense.

"Now. Do the work you're supposed to, and don't make me have to complain again."

I open my binder and the work booklet inside it. Clarisse huffs and opens hers also. She begins to answer the questions. I do the same.

"So what do you like to do Nico."

She says it with no true interest. I don't respond.

"Nothing? Do you do nothing?"

Again with the mild mocking tone. I continue to answer the questions.

"Fine. I do a lot though. More than you could ever imagine."

I continue to ignore her.

"My Dad is extremely strong and teaches me a lot of things. He is the one who helped me get into wrestling. I also do boxing. Does your Dad spend time with you? Does your Dad teach you anything?"

I stiffen in my chair, bringing my shoulders slightly forward. My writing becomes more pressured.

"My Dad also gave me the ring you're thief of a sister tried to steal. Has your Dad ever given you anything?"

I stop writing.

"Hmph. Guess not. You're Dad probably doesn't even care for you. Is that why you keep to yourself. Is that why you're. Always. Alone."

I glare at her. Clarisse puts her hand open in front of her face, the red ruby shines bright.

"Absorbs any darkness. Cool isn't it."

Her mumbling catches me off and I realize what I did. I turn to Professor Bacchus.

He stares right at us with a smirk on his face.

Thanks Dad.

I've just made a huge mistake. I know it. I've fucked myself over.

I look at my booklet. I feel them both still staring at me. Eventually, Clarisse goes back to her work, silent but, I still feel Professor Bacchus's eyes on me.

You're always fucking up. You can't do anything right. You always get yourself into trouble and cause it. Now you've been caught. Such a fucken dumb ass. This is all your fault. You deserve this. You've deserved this ever since then. Ever since Bianca. You have never improved. Everything you try, everything you do, everything you want. All pointless because you'll just fuck it up. You should just quit. Be the coward. Run. So stupid.

I sit still in my chair. An hour of pain, humiliation, shame, and self-hate torments my mind until the saving bell.

I begin to stand to leave with the rest of the class.

"No, no. Not you Nico. You will be staying here. Everyone else can leave."

The students stare at me and whisper as they leave. Hazel gives me a look of concern then walks out into the halls. Clarisse snickers.

I gather my things up and walk to Professor Bacchus's desk.

"Nico. Do you know why I am speaking to you right now."

Because you like to see me fail.

I shake my head no.

"I am speaking with you to warn you. You not being able to 'control your abilities' will not be an acceptable excuse to me."

I stare at him.

"You may be able to get away with harming a son of Hermes. But harming a daughter of Ares is a very different matter."

My eyes go wide and he has my full attention. He smirks.

"If I were you, I would make allies before I make enemies. Which you have failed to do. So far, you have two possible enemies."

He can't be seriously telling me that he knows. He can't truly know. That's impossible.

He takes a sip from his thermos. I smell wine.

"Your father had tried very hard to convince all the Gods that you do not know how to control your abilities. He has tried very hard to defend you."

My Father? Defend me? All the Gods!?

"Very few will say anything. But me? I. Am. Not. Convinced. I know you can control them. You pretend to not know how."

"What do you mean my father has tried to defend me," I say in a low growl. I look him in the eyes, my face very real. And very dangerous.

"Daddy Issues?"

I continue to glare. I want to rot his face off. I want his bones to decay. I want his skin to melt away.

I see a purple aura surround him. All the plants in the room decay instantly.

He laughs.

"Not very wise to challenge a God, Son of Hades."

I don't care. I continue to glare at him. His grin becomes wider as if this is all some great humorous joke to him. The lights in the classroom pop.

The only light come in through the windows.

"Are you quite done? This performance will cost lots of money if you continue."

His wooden desk begins to rot away.

He sighs and picks up his thermos off the desk.

"You continue to keep trying to make enemies. That's a specialty, isn't it."

"If you weren't an ASSHOLE I would not HAVE to make ENEMIES!"

My shout is louder than I expected. The desk is gone, the table near the windows is gone, all the pencils in the room are gone. There is a small fire smoldering the white board.

"Ah... Yes... It is clear to me you do have control. Your abilities are simply fueled by strong emotion. Which causes you to lash out and release them through destruction since it appears you do not release them in any other way. You should get a hobbie. Making alcohal was once a hobbie of mine."

I stare at him in disbelief. This guy is toying with me.

Professor Bacchus grins as he leans back in his chair. The light purple aura still surrounding him, like grape juice.

I try to stop myself from causing anything more to happen. When I try it's like a rubber band being stretched inside my stomach. My feet feel like they are being pulled downwards but there is a huge resistance. My body heats up.

"What. Do. You. Want."

He smiles, "Oh. I simply wanted to see the incredible performance of an over-dramatic Son of Hades try to kill a God. Quite something, wasn't it."

I feel the pull stronger at my feet, the resistance greater. My stomach feeling like it is being tied into knots and then folded over. My body no longer feels like it is on fire. My body feels like it is fire.

He claps a few times. Slowly, sarcastically.

"Well done Son of Hades. You are quite the dangerous one. We gods should do something about you. A major threat in a school of mortals and other demi-gods. I mean, just look at the lovely display you have given us. A beautiful play of demonstrating just how serious you are as a threat."

I don't need to look around to know what I've done. I've fucked it all up again.

He smiles pleasantly. "I do have to admire the great work though. Such an act you portray all the time must be hard to keep up when this is how you truly are."

I look at my shoes, ashamed. I see something different though. These are not my regular shoes.

They are spiked black warrior boots.

I look at my legs.

I am not wearing my regular pants.

I see white bone, black metal spikes on leg plates. It shines.

I look at my hands and see they are flaming blue bones of a hand.

My arms are bone but covered with black metals with spikes, chains, little small containers hang from the chains.

I look at my abdomen. The bone blends into flesh at my thighs. The flesh has skin, I feel it up to my shoulders.

I wear black protective gear. Underneath the armor is black torn cotton-type pants, and a torn black long sleeve.

The armor is black metal and spikes protrude out from it. Chains hang over it. The little containers seem to contain different souls. Each soul belongs to a hell creature. A black sword hangs off my hip.

I move something attached to my back and feel large black wings.

I don't feel my face at all. I feel my skull.

I take a step back away from the pleasant smiling god who is my teacher. With every step there is the combination of clinks from my armor. The chains rattle.

"Do you see yourself? Do you feel yourself?"

I shake my skull no. I keep shaking it. The resistance and pull at my feet is stronger than before. My stomach feels like it is being torn in half. My body feels... I don't have much of a body to feel.

"You're truly a monster. Driven by vicious demonic animal instinct."

I walk backwards into a desk and fall on my ass. I grab at the desk but the moment my bones touch it, the desk disintegrates into nothing.

Professor Bacchus continues to sit in his chair. Relaxed as if watching a pleasant movie or play.

"This will be quite the gossip on Olympus. I'm sure it's already being talked about what you will do next.

I vomit all over myself. Only blood, and black goop comes up.

"That sure was not expected."

I stare at him in shock and fear. I feel myself move something in my back and feel my wings spread, pushing the lab tables in my way.

"What a mess you are making. It will take quite some explaining to do to the school board. Thankfully, there are gods and demi-gods alike who help run this school. Very few mortals run the school. We only have mortal teachers and students."

I vomit again. This time I cough up a small bone.

"Oh would you please stop that. It's disgusting. I never liked vomit."

I feel myself being torn on the inside and realize that my bones have taken on the color of a dark red. I feel a massive throbbing all throughout my skull.

"Are you having trouble containing yourself Nico? Clearing your father has failed to warn -or teach- you about this new form of yourself and it's consequences. I fear he has not taught you anything at all in fact. You appear to have never known you were ever this monster."

I look at him. I can't speak. I stare into his eye, my eyes pleading for help. I realize I don't have eyes. Instead I feel a small flame where I would normally feel pupils.

"Would you like me to call your daddy for help? Maybe he can save you again. I thought he would be here by now but it appears he will not be joining us. You've been left alone to manage it with no one."

I roll over onto my hands and knees. I stare at the ground and breath heavy. I vomit again. I can barely think I am in so much pain. Confusion, shock, and pain are the only things that claw at my mind.

"Oh yes. That's okay. You've only been sitting there for 30 minutes, why not rest on your hands and knees for another thirty minutes."

I'm in too much pain to even calculate the time and all the details concerning how long I've been like this. It's felt like an eternity of two minutes.

"Would you get yourself under control by now. This is not very amusing anymore."

I rest on my hands and knees. I try to bring my wings in while ignoring the massive pain and confusion. I am only able to close them.

"Nico. I am going to send you to your father. That would be the best thing for you. Would you like that? Me caring about you and sending you to the only one who can help you. Because it seems that he does not care enough to come here. How horrible."

I register what he says and try to object, but the moment I figure out how to speak with only teeth and jaw bones, everything becomes blurry.

Hello everyone! Well, a lot happened in this chapter. We found out what happened to Bianca (everything but the last few details). We found out Clarisse is a Daughter of Ares. We learned the Professor Bacchus is a god. We also learned that other gods and demi-gods control the school. But most importantly, we discovered Nico's form. His first transformation. I suppose this is what his Father wanted to help him with.

Questions we've got now. Well, what exactly happened to Bianca and Nico when they were in the forest? What was Hazel's life like before she came to live with her Father? How was Hazel's and Bianca's relationship? Where is Lou? Why is Chiron so nice to Nico. What did Chiron mean when he said he read information about Nico. Why is Professor Bacchus such a dick-head to Nico. What is this transformation Nico is going through? How will he transform back into human form? Can Hazel do that? Does Nico's Father really not care for Nico? And most importantly!

WHEN IS THE NEXT UPDATE?!

Stay tuned for more on Nico, Hazel, and their life as Children of Hades trying to blend in with mortals and demi-gods who seem to have it all under control.

We apologize that this was such a late update and hope that the chapter made up for the lateness of it. Please stay with us.

Don't forget to review/comment Band(s) or song(s) that you think Nico would like.

*hearts*